ha, Alf, says Joe.
―Still, says Bloom, on account of the poor woman, I mean his wife.
―Pity about her, says the citizen. Or any other woman marries a half and half.
―How half and half? says Bloom. Do you mean he …
―Half and half I mean, says the citizen. A fellow that’s neither fish nor flesh.
―Nor good red herring, says Joe.
―That what’s I mean, says the citizen. A pishogue, if you know what that is.
Begob I saw there was trouble coming. And Bloom explained he meant on account of it being cruel for the wife having to go round after the old stuttering fool. > Cruelty to animals so it is to let that bloody povertystricken Breen out on grass with his beard out tripping him, bringing